Bald Like The Eagle

Good hair day, bad hair day, no hair day: You are absolutely beautiful no matter what.

— Little Black Hen, who is currently being called “Tim Burton Chicken” because molting has her looking a little Halloween Nightmare-y (but is still beautiful on the inside!)

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Here’s What’s Happening At Good Spirits Farm

As promised, the growing season is winding up, and farm work is easing ever so slightly. The last of the veggies are being brought in, and it’s nice to have a break from picking beans, even if I’ll miss them come December.

I’ll wait to pull the winter squash for another week or two to let their skins get nice and tough and their insides sweet. The sweet potatoes, too will grow until first frost—these cool nights seem to spur them into one last round of tater production before winter hits.

I’m trying to spend these glorious October evenings enjoying time with the flerd—before freezing temps have me scurrying around, doing chores as fast as possible. Golden hour just looks a little more golden in autumn, I think. (And yes, it’s officially cockleburr season! Juliet always finds them all!)

I think everyone is enjoying these extended evening hang-out sessions.

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Here’s What I Loved This Week

The new chicks and guineas have officially figured out the ramp and automatic coop door. A miracle! All the fowl are living harmoniously together! I particularly love that the chicks seem to think they’re guineas, and the guineas seem to think they’re chickens. The whole gaggle that was raised together now runs together—the chicks trying their darndest to keep up with the guineas (who are very agile runners and fliers), and the guineas staying closer to the coop than my past guineas, on account of their waddle-y friends who can’t run as fast or far. It’s a cute-but-motley crew of Chickeas!!

Would you mess with this gang if you came upon them on a dark and empty street? I don’t think so!